Alone in her own apartments in the dormitory that night, Dr. Beulah sat down with books and maps and plans and worked away until the small hours of the morning.
“Is there something wrong?” Nan asked the next day as the girls left German class. Bess started guiltily.
“What do you mean, ‘wrong’?” she asked.
“Oh, I don’t know exactly,” Nan replied. “It’s just a feeling I have that there is something in the air. Say, Bess, is Dr. Beulah sick?”
Bess breathed a sigh of relief. “Safe again,” she thought. “Why, not that I know of,” she answered quite truthfully. “What makes you ask?”
“I was up last night, late, sorting out some things that I don’t want to take away with me, because I couldn’t sleep, I was so excited. There was a light across the garden court in Dr. Beulah’s apartment. I wondered about it then, but forgot it this morning until I noticed that Dr. Beulah was not in Chapel. That’s quite unusual.”
“I noticed that, too,” Bess puzzled, “but then so many strange things have been happening lately, that I’ve given up trying to solve them.”
“Do you expect me to believe that?” Nan teased.
“Well, anyway,” Bess half retracted what she had said, “I’m not as interested as I once was.”
“And why, pray tell?” Nan was curious now.